I feel something give, even as tears drip from my eyes
I feel it loosen it’s grip around my chest, sad, nameless thing, bound up in archetypes and love, closing out the lessons of the past few years
I think this is the start of what I’ve been dreaming about
These dreams seem to be preparing me for some kind of journey
They are becoming more detailed, more layered, climbing and falling into themselves, leaving me always questioning, always feeling for more…
Before I open my eyes, I feel myself going, feel myself realizing wakefullness is calling
What will my future hold? What waits around the twists and turns of time and space?
Time can be a cruel mistress. I move through her uncertain, but somehow sure
Knowing she will lead me to where I need to go, if only I have the strength enough, the courage enough to combine mind, with body, with spirit, with soul.